Breathtaking Beauty in the Golan | Winged Beauty Butterflies

On March 28th, 2017 I fly El Al back to Israel. Regretably, you will not be sitting on either side of me. I pledge though to search for worthy images, like this one, enjoyed in 2013. to share with you when I return. This ’13 post evoked other memories for me: my youthful things for redheads with green eyes and . . . my time spent in the dressing room of the Rockettes! Butterflies & rare irises can do that to you, connect to extravagant beauty heretofore unthinkable.

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Don’t we all have memories that warm us up when they flash into our consciousness? This image of a Mt. Hermon Iris just did that for me. It brought back memories of a certain moment on a streetcorner in Manhattan (New York, NY), one morning on campus in college, a stand of native Columbine I once had, and sooo much more. Oh, and then there were the magical minutes when as a college-poor messenger, I was given a package to deliver to a Rockette at Radio City Music Hall…and instead of taking it from me, the Rockettes’ staff said, “Yeah, take it in there to her”…into the Rockettes’ dressing room I went…’Nuf said?

This was such an experience. On a trail is northernmost Golan,Israel, near the security fence insuring that Israel and Lebanon stay safely apart, we turned a corner of the trail, and there they were…Iris

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Don’t we all have memories that warm us up when they flash into our consciousness? This image of a Mt. Hermon Iris just did that for me. It brought back memories of a certain moment on a streetcorner in Manhattan (New York, NY), one morning on campus in college, a stand of native Columbine I once had, and sooo much more. Oh, and then there were the magical minutes when as a college-poor messenger, I was given a package to deliver to a Rockette at Radio City Music Hall and instead of taking it from me, the Rockettes’ staff said, “Yeah, take it in there to her” and into the Rockettes’ dressing room I went. ‘Nuf said. Right?

This was such an experience. On a trail in northernmost Golan, Israel, near the security fence insuring that Israel and Lebanon stay safely apart, we turned a corner of the trail, and there they were: Iris hermona. Knockouts! Knockouts they were. We stopped. I admired and I shot them from here and there, there and here. Film, hand-held. Here’s the product. I cannot explain why, but this still gives me a rush.

Don’t bother searching the corners of the image for butterflies. It was butterflies that I came thousands of miles to find and shoot. This gem was unexpected, just as they said, “Yeah, take it.” to the 19-year old me just off the corner of Avenue of the Americas and 51st (?) street.

Jeff